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When the last leaf of autumn quietly falls in the cold wind,winter arrives with light yet firm steps,as promised.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.

When I stepped into that vast and boundless wilderness,the first gust of wind was like a lively elf,lightly rushing into my arms.